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pedro moshood Poems
God of Individualism (psalm)
Oh lord, I shall wait upon you my God; In life and death my voice shall praise your name. I can feel it though I can see you not In the flowing stream, stormy sea and still mountains.
A Requiem For Rain
The radiance of the trapped sun Flickered in the stifling cloud. The blithe women danced around The chorus thundered and the winds replicate.
On The Minstrel Seat
Their eyes are blinded against the print On Babylon wall until Hitler's rebirth To bring back the Nazis' law against the Jews, But only the Maggie will see the stars ahead. There I am without my path or theirs to take.
My Heart Isn't For Me To Give (Sonnet)
I never knew you thought of love the same way. The plume apple juice is sour to the tongue, So I have no feeling to share with you in the grave. The early May roses shield off their leaves for us.
I have been acquainted with death, Accompanying my uncle to his funeral parlor Where i had seen bodies like still life artwork. I've seen the funeral of many littered flock
O sun, hide me from her seductive brow, I am an angel from altItude watching insidious clay Moulded in Eve shape, polish with feminine nouns. I wish I could keep the feelings before it was late.
Ode To My lady
(Masculine mouth must drip like honeycomb In the empty hollow of women's heart)
The Nut Cannibalism (limerick)
I'm eating a palm-nut Like the head of your past love. Soul mate, don't call me a cannibal, I'm like my creator without a rival,
Smoke Of Time
I have heard the whisper of warfare And imagine teenage hands on the barrel, Though I have not step a foot on the dying field.
My Tribute To My Mother
My mama, sweet mother. Your womb is like Roman fortress For the African future stars. My mama, sweet mother,
The Bird In The Rain
It flutters it's beaming wings To seek its nest upon the mahogany. Why not it nest elsewhere except This rare and durable tree, I wondered?
The Negro Dancer
With her supple tarn body, Her tongue locked within lisping lips, Absorbed in a train of Afro-music Rendered from Orpheus lyrical prowess
Midway Through The Horizon
The little winter bathed the earth with frosty dawn As the peasant left the field and left their spade behind.
The Apocalypses of the Constellation
When I was very young I dreamed of having a Unicon Even though mother can't buy a bicycle seat. I dreamed of being a wing horse and cluster in constellation, Although our local heroes can weed hectare
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God of Individualism (psalm)
Oh lord, I shall wait upon you my God;
In life and death my voice shall praise your name.
I can feel it though I can see you not
In the flowing stream, stormy sea and still mountains.
You made the ugly and the beauty
According to nature, nations and their kinds.
I can feel the life fountain rhythms coursing in rhymes
Into the field, the basket fruits and our daily meals,
The nymph, elves, man and beast in different kinds.
You made the rain and sun to bring us relief,
And by your will you bring life from the deep.
O lord, I shall wait upon you my ...